I think I'm suffering from deja vu; one year ago, the Kim family went missing just a few hours south from here, lost on a snowy road. One year ago, I was sick and sleepy and I would wake up just to hear the news as it came in: the search, Kati and the girls being rescued, and finally, when they recovered James's body.
This story just sticks with me and doesn't let me go.
I may not come a calling today. I'm pretty incoherent. I'll catch up with you all soon.